ALICE Ch 209

Irina answers the door, and Alice feels one last mixed pang of annoyance.

At least Irina and Sasha don’t make this difficult; they look amazing. Sasha’s in the background, near a bar in this suite that is larger than the house that Alice grew up in.

Mother and daughter are dressed identically in sheer nighties over black lingerie. There’s nothing overtly slutty about it, yet it somehow exudes money as much as it does eroticism. Irina and Sasha are both slim and lovely, and they no doubt work out a bit to stay that way, but they aren’t athletes. Their figures are soft, and that calls to Alice in a way that’s very different from someone like Kylie.

“I’m glad you came,” Irina says warmly.

She’s a fucking billionaire. How hard can it be for her to get laid? Yet it’s like when Alice fucked her that last time, there was something special about it for the older woman. Maybe Alice is just the first person to do with her whose horniness outweighed whatever baggage Irina’s status usually brings to the bedroom. It’s weird. Maybe it’s something deep, or maybe taking it from a racer is Irina’s kink. Maybe she likes tall chicks. Who knows?

Whatever it is, Alice can use it.

“Yeah,” she replies tiredly, touching Irina’s chin as she walks past. “You look cute.”

It’s a true statement.

Irina seems taken aback, but she adjusts quickly and hurries after Alice, then past her to the bar, where she pours champagne that probably costs more than the total earnings of Alice’s two years of working at McDonald’s in high school.

Alice leans on the bar and smiles at Sasha. “Hey,” she says.

“Hello,” Sasha replies. It’s not cartoonish shyness. It’s not shyness at all, really. She just doesn’t want to take the lead; that’s her mother’s job. But Irina’s not taking the lead. Not tonight; Alice isn’t going to let her.

She waves away the fancy glass of champagne.

“Give me a beer,” Alice tells her.

Irina just freezes up. Maybe because her English isn’t perfect, or maybe it’s because people don’t usually give her orders. Alice’s suspicion is that Irina has a very specific picture in her mind of what tonight is going to look like, and she’s struggling to adapt to things changing. There had been this girl on Alice’s soccer team a long time ago who had been kind of the same way. She’d hated it when plays changed, plans changed, when anything changed without having some warning first. And Alice has a feeling that part of Val hasn’t changed much since then.

Alice snorts as Sasha understands the assignment perfectly and hurries to the fridge under the bar.

“What one?” she asks with her thick accent.

Alice smiles. “Any of them is fine. Thanks, Sweetie.”